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|Sat, 04-06-2013 - 9:40am|
I know, I know; it took me two log-in's to get here, but I so miss this place. Let's give it one last good try. Poetry, anyone?
She threw back her head in prayer
opened her mouth wide
and swallowed all the songbirds
that came to her willingly.
When she spat them back out,
stars formed, then spewed back
that became people who knelt on the tips of her braids
Five of those devils started a circus,
painting their faces with blueberries and chestnuts.
They circled her, riding on malnourished speculation;
they trained her to riddle, fed her granular questions.
After the first three steps on the high-wire, she remembered no more.